Learning to Live with Grief and its Aftermath
“Grief is like the ocean; it comes on waves ebbing and flowing. Sometimes the water is calm, and sometimes it is overwhelming. All we can do is learn to swim.”
— Vicki Harrison
No one wants to think about it, but many parents deal with the tragic death of a child.
When speaking with parents about this loss, I have heard many say, “I didn’t have a choice,” which is sadly, very accurate. However, the way a person responds to grief is a personal thing and everyone experiences their pain differently.
Some people feel like they have to be strong for everyone else in the family. Others may become advocates for things that were some way related to their child’s passing. There are some parents who find talking about their child and seeking refuge with other parents who understand their unique pain helps them grieve.
Often a parent might totally shut down or stay in bed for years, separating themselves from friends and family. I have spoken with many clients who have taken anti depressants and even ketamine therapy so they could better function. I even have several friends who became mediums after the death of a child because it was the catalyst that opened them up to the spirit world. Everyone is different.
As a medium, I have known all types of parents who have lost children, and these are just a few of the specific things they have told me over the years. Grief is not the same for everyone, because the situations and the people involved are different. There simply is not one way that an individual will grieve the death of a child, and painfully, some parents experience this tragedy more than once.
As the eldest child of 9, my mother is very close with her sister and 7 brothers, so I grew up with numerous cousins who are extended siblings. Having a close family, we spent holidays and vacations together and I feel blessed to have been raised this way.
As I write this, my 58 year old cousin died yesterday. His younger brother died 2 and a half years ago. As one might imagine, my aunt and uncle are devastated, losing their only two sons within a three year period. My aunt has expressed that she doesn’t want to go on living, and this is something I often hear parents say when a child dies. My uncle feels at a loss because there is nothing he can do to take away my aunt’s pain. His feelings of helplessness have effected his cognition and there have been times in the past few days he has literally just shut down.
Grief debilitates!
My other uncle and his wife lost their two sons as well several years ago, one to an illness in his 40’s and the other in a car accident in his 50’s. Another uncle lost his daughter in her 40’s to lung cancer, and another one of my mother’s brothers lost his first born son to SIDS.
Aside from my mother’s brothers, my nephew lost a son at birth, my niece lost her daughter to SIDS and my sister lost her only child at 18 to a drunk driver. It is a painful truth that parents lose their children; I have seen it personally far too often.
This is why it is important to fully appreciate the people we have in our life when we do, for time is NOT promised. We need to keep the petty things from tearing us apart from those who we love, focusing on what makes us the same, rather than how we might be different.
Our family relationships may not always be easy, but they teach us much about ourselves. This thereby gives us greater opportunities to learn about empathy, understanding and compassion for the human condition. So perhaps we should focus on appreciating the family we have, WHILE we have them.
I know I do.
“Grief can be the garden of compassion. If you keep your heart open through everything, your pain can become your greatest ally in your life’s search for love and wisdom.”
— Rumi
Susan I’m so sorry to learn of your cousins passing. What an inspiration you are. Your empathy, understanding and compassion reading this is truly uplifting to me. Grief is exactly like the ocean with some waves so huge they knock you over and you can barely surface for a breath of air. And just when you least expect it, the darkness creeps in when you are alone and unthinkable thoughts and depression and despair can sneak in when you are so vulnerable. I have to continue to look to the light, think of the positives and cherished memories to lift my head high but your words of encouragement are always a source of light for me-thank you my friend!!
Hi Susan, this is Susan – Alia’s mom. I just read this wonderfully “said” piece you sent out. I was moved to write to you to let you know that not only is it written beautifully, but it opens such a wide and loving acceptance of however we grieve. I don’t know if you remember but Alia brought me to you after my sister passed. She wasn’t supposed to do that. We were supposed to get old together and I was so hurt and mad and I had a hole somewhere between my heart my very soul. You soothed me and I will forever be grateful to you for that. I still had more grieving to do and even though it’s been 9 years, sometimes the grief comes, and the hole opens and eventually I come back. I miss my sister every day. Thank you, Susan. I don’t think I ever really told you how much your kindness and awareness and intuition helped me. You are a very special being. With tons of love to you, Susan
Beautifully said, Susan. I’m sorry for all the loss you’ve experienced. I’m so sorry about your cousin. My heart goes out to your uncle and your aunt. Wishing you and your family so much love.
As of June 25, 2024, both of my sons are now dead. To have two of the longest relationships that I will ever have, gone has torn me apart. I knew their risky behavior would end their lives; I tried to teach them the lessons that I gave every day to strangers in my drug and alcohol programs. My boys turned a deaf ear to my parenting; ignored my interventions to change their lives and in the end – I pay the price. Selfish? maybe, but true. They are gone and I ache with pain, ripping my heart out many times a day.
If life gives us the opportunities to learn, to learn this life’s lessons so our soul can move on then what am I to learn from losing the best parts of me. Losing the two people who I had cared for, worried about and were the largest parts of my life left massive holes in who I am.
I know others have lost their children in worse ways than I experienced. But loss is loss; there is no measurement of bad to worse. This knowledge creates a bond to other parents that none of us ever wanted.
So, I try to take these experiences as lessons. I don’t always succeed but when I do I find peace. I hear Susan’s words with my heart. It is the only way I can go on. Her words bring solace and hope to my daily life of pain. Susan is a gift to my life. A gift and an outstretched hand to a woman who feels lost in her waves of pain. Thank you, Susan.